Greetings and salutations interneteers! This is your best friend's best friend, Ed. I'm not above making a weblog, though I am above using "OMG," "LOL," and/or "WTF" in my posts. If I have to mention outrageous monkey gymnastics, Louisiana's only library, or the world's tastiest fries, well, I'll just type the whole thing out, thank you very much.

Tuesday, April 10, 2007

Feelin' writery.

So, I submitted some stories. To, like, magazines. Like... like a writer does.

There's this website, see, where magazines who want stories congregate. And I sent out a bunch of stories. I should hear back soon. I hope.

Yep. Traditional nerves. I should be used to it by now, but... well, nope. Still all nervous in the belly.

Granted, a part of this nervous may have been in that I was just trying to ask someone out, and either failed to get my point across or was turned down far too gently. And the someone has suddenly signed off. Logically, her Internet died. Neurotically, she's so uncomfortable that she logged off.